Problem- Bokuto Koutarou x Male! Reader -Oneshot

Problem- Bokuto Koutarou x Male! Reader -Oneshot


"No! Put that down!"

Bokuto flinched and gripped the porcelain owl he was holding tighter, turning around to give his boyfriend a pout.

"But (M/nnnnn)!" He whined, clutching the owl to his chest when the (h/c) boy sent him a glare.

"No buts! You've been doing this since we got here!" He hissed at the (taller/shorter) man. True to his word, Bokuto had been pestering his boyfriend ever since they entered the store. (M/n) had only intended on a five minute visit to get some chocolates and a card for his parent's anniversary, however, he made one fatal mistake that turned a five minute visit into a 2 hour runaround.

He brought Bokuto Koutarou with him.

From the second they stepped into the store, (M/n) had realised what a horrible mistake he had made. He knew his boyfriend was somewhat childish sometimes, but he expected he could trust an 18 year old to be sensible in this situation. Turns out he couldn't. At first, he wasn't that much of a bother. By no means was he being a model adult, but he was still tolerable. (M/n) had turned his back on him for three seconds to pick out a box of chocolates, and by the time he turned back, his owlish boyfriend was nowhere in sight.

Panic immediately set in because, 1) Bokuto was an idiot. For all he knew, a stranger could've come up to him with the promise of free food and he would've gone with them in a heartbeat. And 2) Bokuto was also destructive. It wasn't like he meant to be, sometimes he just stuck his elbow in the wrong place or something and ended up knocking over some middle aged woman's toddler.

(M/n) had dropped the chocolates in his haste and full on sprinted to the next aisle, earning him a few odd stares from people, but no Bokuto. He continued racing around the fairly large shop for about 30 seconds, which was far too long for his liking, until he finally found Bokuto in the dairy aisle having a heated argument with a five year old about the existence of armadillos -the child trying to explain that they were, in fact, real while Bokuto shook his head and shouted something about capitalism.

"What are you doing?" (M/n) had deadpanned, causing Bokuto to drop his glare from the kid and stare up at you with a mixture of relief and fear.

"(M/n)! There you are! Would you kindly explain to this kid that armadillos are fictional, and that the fall of capitalism will be swift and without mercy for them." The only thing he needed for him to walk back to his boyfriend with his head hung low was the disappointed glare he was sending his way.

Things had continued like that for over an hour, and (M/n) had only just found a few gifts for his parents. By this time it was beginning to seem less like shopping and more like an endless loop of (M/n) looking at something, losing Bokuto, running around the store for god knows how long and then finding him at a random location either on the verge of breaking something or getting punched in the face.

And that's how we got to the beginning of our story.

"But (M/n), I want him!" Bokuto whined, bouncing in his place slightly and acting like a child. (M/n) cringed at the sight and moved towards him with an outstretched hand.

"Don't hold it so tightly, you'll smash it! Just give it to me so I can put it back, and then we can go home, alright? I've picked out the stuff for my parents." He spoke calmly, doing his best to look Bokuto in the eyes as he shook his head no.

"No way! I really want him! Look at him," he thrust the owl into (M/n)'s face, causing the (taller/shorter) of the two to jump and back away from it "he's so cold and alone!" (M/n) glared at Bokuto and made a grab at the owl, to which he promptly swung it away from him.

"The only thing that'll be cold and alone here is you when I leave you here in one of the freezers by yourself, now put it back!" He shouted. Bokuto only shook his head again and held the owl behind his back.

"No! You need to buy him, (M/n)!" He whined, sending his boyfriend a pout. (M/n) grimaced and folded his arms across his chest.

"There's no way in hell I'm spending 4000 yen on that plastic owl, Bokuto-san." To (M/n)'s surprise, Bokuto seemed to sadden at his words.

"Please don't start with the 'Bokuto-san' again! I only just got you to even acknowledge the existance of my first name! And it's porcelain, not plastic." He mumbled the last part in hopes (M/n) couldn't hear, which he could, but his words began to formulate an incredibly mediocre plan in his head. It was a plan so mediocre he was almost certain it wouldn't work, but he was so fed up with Bokuto and the shop that he was willing to try anything.

"Well, I won't call you by your first name until you put that owl back and let me pay for this stuff so we can leave." Bokuto's eyes widened at his words as a distressed expression crossed his face, as though he was actually considering it. Just the thought that his boyfriend of six months would even consider choosing an owl figurine over himself left (M/n) a little hurt and angered -mostly angered. Finally, the white haired male sighed and handed (M/n) the owl.

"Fine..." He pouted, earning a small triumphant grin from him as he took the owl with his (s/c) hand and placed it carefully on the nearest shelf, before intertwining it with Bokuto's hand.

"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned his head and cocked an eyebrow at Bokuto, who sent him a small smile as he shook his head. (M/n) soon made it to the checkout and told Bokuto to wait for him by the exit while he payed for the items. Bokuto, surprisingly, did what he said and stood patiently by the doors as (M/n) waited in the queue.

A few minutes passed before (M/n) was finally being served, and he cursed himself for not just using regular money when the cashier told him there was a problem with his card. This would probably mean that he'd have to stand there and wait for another few minutes while the cashier tried to 'fix' the issue. He turned his head to send Bokuto some sort of apologetic gaze, only to see him talking to a girl -who was quite obviously flirting.

(M/n) immediately saw red, but managed to calm himself enough to try and tune in on their conversation, since they weren't that far away and still somewhat in earshot.

"You know, I saw that argument you had with your friend earlier." She spoke softly in a sympathetic tone, like she was trying to comfort him. Just the fact that she'd called (M/n) his friend was enough to make him want to drag her by her hair out of the shop, but instead he kept his rage silent and continued listening. Bokuto looked shocked at her words and laughed nervously.

"Ah, he's not my friend actually, he's my boyfriend." He smiled polietly at the girl. His cute, innocent little smile coupled with his words were enough to make (M/n)'s anger fade away for a second, until the girl decided to open her mouth again.

"Really? Sure doesn't seem like that. He's been pretty mad at you ever since you got here." The way she drawed out her words like she was trying to get into Bokuto's head quickly made him glare at her again.

"Y-yeah, but that's my fault." Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm always annoying him, like I can feel myself being stupid around him, but I can't stop it. Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't left me yet." His broken laugh made (M/n)'s heart drop to the pit of his stomach as guilt swirled through him.

"He seriously thinks I don't like him...?" He whispered to himself, accidentally catching the attention of the cashier.

"Did you say something, sir?" They asked him, causing (M/n) to quickly look at them and cast an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, it's nothing, just thinking." He waved them off as they nodded, getting back to tapping around on the screen in front of them with his credit card in their hand. When (M/n) turned back, the girl had somehow managed to press herself up against Bokuto and start rubbing her hands over his chest soothingly.

"I don't think you're stupid. I don't think that guy deserves you, I could treat you so much better~." She cooed, standing on her toes and slowly inching her face closer to Bokuto's. (M/n) was flooded with rage, and this time, he wasn't about to stop himself. He muttered a quick 'wait here' to the cashier and stormed over to the girl, Bokuto's face immediately lighting up when he saw his boyfriend.

"Ah, (M/n)! I-" He was cut off when the (h/c) man roughly grabbed the girl by the shoulder and pulled her away from him.

"What the fuck are you doing to my boyfriend." He spoke through gritted teeth, his fiery glare and stern tone making his question sound more like a statement. The girl's eyes widened as she tensed up, attempting to stutter out a sentence and failing miserably. "Fuck. Off." Were the only words she needed to hear before she was running out of the shop.

(M/n) sighed in relief and glanced at Bokuto, who looked almost as scared as the girl did. The sight brought a small smile to his lips as he chuckled, bringing Bokuto in for a chaste kiss before pulling back to stare at his shocked face.

"Listen to me, you may be annoying sometimes, but that's fine. Literally everyone is annoying sometimes, but you are not stupid. Far from it. You're the kindest, most wonderful person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I don't know where you got the idea that I wanted to leave you from, but you can put it straight back." He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and smiled warmly at him. "I love you, Kou."

Bokuto's eyes widened momentarily before he grinned so widely he thought his cheeks would tear and had to keep himself from squealing as he wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s waist and buried his face into the crook of his neck, squeaking out small 'I love you too's while planting small kisses along his neck and jaw. (M/n) laughed and ran one of his hands through his boyfriend's hair, only stopping when someone cleared their throat behind them.

They both stopped what they were doing to turn around and see a red-faced cashier, holding (M/n)'s credit card and a plastic bag full of stuff.

"T-the problem's fixed..."